I want to be loved.
Really, truly loved. But, I am at such a low point in my life. I feel broken, unloved, alone. And when I asked myself for the first three words to describe me… All I could come up was: jealous, vengeful, spiteful.
I used to be so free. Like an angel, I was pure - oblivious to the world’s pains. How can that change from one person? Is this what life is for? To keep falling, falling, falling from grace. I can’t walk forward, much less run. I used to run and hurdle through life’s trials. What exactly have you done to me?
I hate myself.